22. Chapter 22
Fylis
There’s something quietly magical about sitting here with Jade, just the two of us wrapped in silence.
If not for the stifled yawns she’s trying so hard to hide, I could stay like this with her all night.
The town has gone dark, its lights out and its people fast asleep, but here we are, lingering in our own little world.
“Should we head out, sleepy head?” I nuzzle her hair with my nose, taking in her subtle floral scent.
Another yawn slips out as she nods. I help her up, thanking the waiters on the way out.
Once we’re back in the limo, my brain screams at me to ask where we’re going and if we’re going there together.
“Should I bring you back to yours or?” Trying to play it cool and not let my desperation to keep her with me show.
“Take me home.”
My heart starts to race. Was it a bad date?
“To our home.” Thank Gods.
I nestle Jade against me as she slips into sleep, and in the hush of that moment, our futures play out in my mind like a slow-burning constellation.
***
The morning sun illuminates the room, warming my skin.
Wait- I quickly sit up in fear. Jade left, but then I quickly locate her.
Phew. Sneaking out of bed, I make my way to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast for us.
While the eggs cook, I can’t help but envision our future together.
Tossing some bread into the toaster, I dig out some of my nicer dishes for Jade.
“Mmm, that smells delicious.” Her voice startles me, sending one plate crashing onto the tile between us.
“Gods! Sorry, you startled me. I didn’t think you were awake yet.” Setting the still intact plate in my hand down on the table, I grab the broom and dust pan, but Jade shoots her arm out, giving me a grabby hand gesture.
“I’ll handle it. You finish setting the table.”
Reluctantly, I hand it over, obeying. But it doesn’t feel bad.
It feels…good. Having someone take control, having Jade take control, feels right.
The porcelain pieces clink as they are discarded into the bin, reminding me to finish setting the table.
Pulling out Jade’s chair for her, as she looks me over with a smirk.
I follow her eyes down to my cock that’s jutting out. Ok, I really like her in control.
“How about we play while we eat?” Her sultry voice only makes my cock harder.
Nodding, she pulls the chair away from the table and points to the floor.
Somehow, I know exactly what she wants as I get down on all fours, making a sturdy chair for her.
Jade sits on my back and then grabs my horn, tilting my head up.
She feeds me a bite of egg before feeding herself, moaning when her food hits her tongue.
“Absolutely delicious.” Her voice dances around me, clouding my thoughts, my cock throbbing. She continues to feed me bites as she finishes her own plate.
“Such a good chair for me.” Jade stands and taps the table, asking me to sit on it. “Open your legs for me, Fylis. You’ve been so good to me this morning, I want to reward you.” She kisses my nose while stroking my horns, and my eyes roll back.
“How about some dessert? Do you have any whipped cream, pet?” I point absentmindedly to my fridge while leaning into her grip once more before she leaves me.
My heart races in excitement as her bare feet pad across the floor back to me.
She wastes no time spraying it all over my cock, the chill of it making me jolt.
With a chastising look, she sprays some on my chest as I sit perfectly still now.
Jade starts to sink to her knees, but before she’s on the ground, I quickly hand her a hand towel that was on the table. Her eyes glimmer at me as she takes it. “So thoughtful.”
Kissing my thigh, I hold my breath, waiting for her to lick me clean.
As if she knows exactly what I’m doing, she reminds me to breathe.
The moment I exhale, her lips are wrapped around me while whipped cream leaks from the corners of her mouth.
She bobs, eyes on mine, and the sight nearly kills me.
Please stay forever. I chant in my head and watch the moon to my sun suck me down. I drag my thumb through some of the whipped cream that’s slipped down her chin, then lick it clean. That must please her because she moans around me, and the vibration nearly makes me double over.
Releasing me with a pop, she commands, “Come for me.” And that’s all it takes for me to go off like a firework.
Unfortunately, it happened quicker than I thought, and I painted her chest and my sweater with my cum instead.
But Jade never makes me feel bad; instead, she giggles, pulling me off the table and dragging us to my shower.
“Let’s get cleaned up, love.”
Love.